We studied, hung out at the shopping mall mainly with Jane telling me about the guys she was dating and me just giggling to her stories, for me it was...all harmless fun and something to pass the time in between my studies and practicing my religionUntil that one day when my parents told me they were heading off to Birmingham on an emergency as my uncle had fallen seriously ill and Jane finding out that I was alone in the house asked me to come to her place for a sleepover as her house was empty. .And there was a knock at the door.Oh for fucks sake. I kept his cock in my hand, an inch from my open mouth.Jon asked "Did you order room service?" No. And I know you didn't" Fuck" then he called out "Who is it?"The answer came back..."It's Susan, from the bar?.... from across the way?"Jon looked down at me, on my knees holding his erect penis. I know he wanted me to suck it."Um... what to do want?" Can I come in? Please?"He whispered to me... "what do you think?"I leaned forward and took his. That was when she realized how soakingly wet her panties were.Marcus pulled Andrew on all fours and began mercilessly fucking him. But suddenly he was dissatisfied. With an abrupt movement, he lifted Andrew from the bed, his cock still buried in the boys' ass. "I want them to see everything, bitch," he hissed. "I want them to see every inch going into your cunt."With that he lay on his back and pushed Andrew to a sitting position above him, facing the two girls. "Spread the legs wider, let them. If they’d done anything. Mindy inched her leg a bit further towards the edge of the bed and felt a distinct wet spot underneath her thigh. Okay. So they’d definitely done something. Had it been good? Had it been awkward? Had they used protection? Mindy had a lot of questions and absolutely no answers. She had a lot of questions about why she had no answers-she didn’t remember getting drunk. She didn’t ever get drunk. Maybe that was the problem? Maybe when she got drunk she did stupid things.